security – Mandibelle16

#NaPoWriMo Day 13: Poems — Free Verse – “Deliverance” #amwritingpoetry

For NaPoWriMo Day 13, I’m using my own poem/prompt today.

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Web of dreams, or web of lies seizing thoughts,

Hovering, holding nightmares, is it ever enough?

Prayers and petitions, forgiveness of sins realized — a sudden assurance, a promise innate?

A gigantic world, once a friendly place, great hope received.

There’s luminosity in the sky, despite great costs;

Sola finia grace I comprehend, blends with the need to aid others; is it ever enough?

No, but by grace alone I’ve rest.

Black twilight, the night dims and shatters,

It’s not safe, it’s not real, but somehow life’s been compromised.

Nightmare land of wicked lies — Heaven’s angel’s yet glimmer.

There’s hope, and I’m still alive flailing;

I can’t pay for past sins, but God forgives despite.

Repent, repent, I do so many times;

Too many errors, though one tries, and tries.

Heart beats loud, thumps, and aches;

Until you realize, there’s forgiveness, despite law — there’s grace.

I’m allowed to leave, I’m allowed to go,

Crumbles of stone, aggregate, and frustration;

Crumbles of dreams and past memories.

Oh God, hear my prayers, my fervent regrets;

Please forgive me even here,

Where the wolves howl, my resting place forbidden.

Relieve my spirit, take me home,

Assure life’s bearable.

See me through the starless sky, the coldness of night;

Remain steadfast, so I pray, retain faith.

Take me home wherever that maybe — that’s all I desire;

To discover a land of valleys, balmy days of freedom,

To recover security, for I fear to exist here longer.

I pray for my loved ones, for Heaven’s magnificent expanse.

Your will present in my every breath,

And apres Easter weekend, purple silk still flies in remembrance;

Your resurrection celebrated, no matter.

Home assured in Your presence, Your benevolence;

No more wolves, no nightmares;

Simple grace from You saves, You are deliverance.

#OctPoWriMo Day 3/Music Challenge: Poem – Lunes – “ High Hopes” #amwritingpoetry #MusicChallenge

For OctPoWriMo Day 3 the Prompt is based on insecurity. Some words prompts for this writing prompt are: doubt, trust, overcome, embrace, and secure.

Also, combining with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge and the song “High Hopes” by Panic at the Disco!

Insecurity, your stomach dropping low;

Breathing deep so —

You’ll pull it together quicker.

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But, you gotta have High —

Hopes, big dreams;

Or life would be suffering.

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Shooting for stars glinting off —

Shards of brokenness;

Not enough for a killing.

*****

Barely a dime, but saving —

To live full,

Without burning souls — ego diluted.

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So, I’ve High Hopes, vision;

Promise and faith,

To support; still I shake.

*****

Heart sputters, aches without trust,

But it’s destroyed;

How’d you leap a chasm?

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You can rewrite your history,

Be logical, sensible;

But, there’s hopelessness without dreams.

*****

High Hopes, God’s love, they —

Provide security; though —

Inside I scream and quiver.

*****

“High Hopes” by Panic at the Disco!

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#NaPoWriMo Day 20/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Ember of Glory” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #TaleWeavers

For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.”

Also, combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie TaleWeavers Prompt “exploring the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”

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These cubicles, they’re full —

But outside there’s fresh -air and freedom.

A world to explore, to engage to the core,

Outside these thin walls is liberty.

No more work burdens to bear,

So, the mountains and city steps I’ll climb.

And these cubicles, I’ll slice them full of holes,

Tacking up scenic pictures to inspire my soul.

Nature’s vibrant purple-skies as storms roll in,

Waterfalls that crash, and streams that gurgle.

Cars that absorb the grind of the rocky-road,

Spring zipping through the highways on four-wheels.

All in all, I’m forlorn, for the wide-great outdoors,

Scented pine-needles and decaying earth.

Wings of bubble-bees as they hit the breeze,

And flutter into pale-pink roses.

I’ll knock down these walls with hammers and saws,

Because no architect supposed workers crave sunlight.

No builder thought windows were essential to breathe,

That these gray walls, dense recycled air —

Aren’t places for humans to exist;

To flourish and grow, to be creative and problem-solve.

They’re the prisons where we labor to earn —

The visage of sunlight on rippling waters.

Oceans crashing against rocks —

The flow of rivers down the banks,

And the hustle of people as they swarm live-festivals,

Scamper for cool beer and watermelon.

When we peer to the ceiling, we’re searching for the sky,

So, you can call security, but either way, I’m escaping.

The green-grass is sweet and calling to me;

My heart beats for the tides’ ankle-deep caress.

And a tangerine sunset, it lives inside me,

The ember of glory that leads the way,

Through the dull-dread of each dreary workday.

Three Line Tales: Olaf’s Thoughts #amwriting #3LineTales #flashfiction

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

Credit: Jacco Rienks via Unsplash

Olaf lifts his head as the droplets wet his snout and soak into his umber hair. He snorts searching for that sharp scent; a mildewy-humid aroma that hangs in the air ensuring tomorrow will be sweltering. Olaf moos as above him the brilliant azure turns a threatening purple-black onyx; then, it arrives, not droplets but sheets of intense downpour that soak through his coat, massaging his soar muscles. He flicks out his tongue, lapping up the rain that is life to him such as the sweet verdant grass that nourishes his body, providing both serenity and security of life.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Free Verse – “The a Hobbit Hole” #poetry #flashfiction #dVerse #amwriting

Thanks to Alastair Forbes for hosting SPF. Also thanks to Paul of Poet’s Pub for hosting a #dVerse poem in the form of a blessings poem.

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There are days,

I cannot think, I’m trapped,

Cornered as a sleek red fox,

The Predator’s main course.

Searching for my escape,

Running through the woods.

Tripping on my,

Shaking aching legs.

Adrenaline quicksilver,

Sliding through my veins.

Lungs gasping;

A haunted, hunted child.

By chance, by divinity,

A blessing found,

My ‘hobbits hole.’

My home sweet home;

A hiding place,

To wait out enemies,

Gnashing, clashing,

With pointed teeth.

Vicious men of ill repute,

Fortune or fate despise.

A crook in a fallen tree;

A hole to spy for danger,

As I veil myself beneath,

Thick leaved branches,

Cut from surrounding trees,

Snuggled in my hobbits hole,

Wishing Lord God,

Bless me in my tiny hiding place.

Leave me unconfronted,

Unfound, an illusion —

Of invisibility to threats.

Basking in your security,

Graciously provided,

Let this not be the end.

And I could’ve been wrong,

I could’ve lost hope,

I could’ve been dinner;

Torn apart by savage beasts.

But serenity entered,

On angel’s transparent wings,

Calmed my heart, quickening.

While the peace that —

Passes all understanding;

Surrounded and enfolded me.

When the dread made,

My skin crawl.

When I bit my lip drawing blood,

Sharp teeth approaching,

A beast breathing heavily,

A brutal carnivore.

Wickedness sure to devour;

But he found me not,

I was blessed, I was safe.

Invisible to the lion,

Remaining in my hobbit hole,

Fortitudes fortress,

My hiding place.

And when all was safe,

Morn’s light illuminated.

The dread of frights,

Of the forest night,

The predators that maim,

And kill, disappeared into,

The earth’s bowels.

I prayed, gave thanks,

And into sunlight I fled,

The prey who survived.

So blessed with life,

Living to fight another night,

Another beast,

Serenity my companion,

My relief.

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Day 5 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – A L’Arora – “Steps To Eternity” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge

For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.

Forest Pathway NaNo — Credit: http://www.combiboilersleeds.com

“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ― Emma Goldman

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Down the path of foliage, between all the trees,

It’s where I find my space, my home sweet home.

There’s something about crisp green leaves,

Wet after the rain, while the dew clings, not letting go.

With road passing through, steps to eternity,

Enthrall me in summer’s breath, the scent of the morning,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Tree branches entwining, limbs gripped with passion,

Used to the presence of parallel lovers.

They’re completely attached, unwilling to let go,

Nymphs holding fast, enraptured with each other,

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

Absorbing the thrill of the mid-summer fairy dance.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Some brilliant reckless person crafted this road,

Travelers speeding through trees, guarding the sacred path.

Some pause knowing they’ve discovered sanctuary,

Freedoms breeze, they’ll stop to admire the sentinels guarding.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

A place where verdant nature, holds a secret prosperity.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

For hours I’ve wandered through lush trees,

Delicate roses growing, shadowed by dripping leaves.

Overcome am I, by epic beauty, of roses sweetly pink,

Crushing them in my hands, to absorb the memories.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity.

Inhaling the fragrance of aspiring life, in roses soft,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

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Collage Prompt: Poem – Cascading Etheree – “The Inner Child” #amwriting #poetry

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt.

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie; Bottom Right – Jeremiah Morelli

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You might think it peculiar to let kids,

Be small, to let them be silly, weird,

When most of their life is spent in,

‘Adulting,’ learning how to,

Be big, responsible,

I say as Auntie:

Let them be them,

Creative,

Full of,

Fun.

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Let,

Them be,

Wild beings,

Think of stories,

Imaginative,

And implausible, but —

Believe them because you’re,

Playing along, taller tales,

Demonstrate creativity,

For kids, it keeps them young, growing older.

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Think of tilting towers, Big Ben in blue –

Green prairie sky, a storm brought him here.

But he bends, tilts just because and,

Storm brought along a grand,

Gothic cathedral roof,

Pointed top I’m sure —

Missed somewhere; hot —

Air balloon,

Holds our,

Dreams.

—–

Where,

We live

With such rich,

Possibility.

Imagining,

Tall towers floating in,

Moon lit skies, princesses,

Saving themselves, jumping from,

Clouds, the moon indeed smiling so proud,

Girls and boys — escape from their own towers.

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Locked fortresses floating, new challenge,

Escaping by flying pirate ships old,

Never turning back to the light,

Of a trapped home, wishing most,

To be little, secure,

Not worry about,

A dragon’s fire,

A port in,

Mid-air,

Light.

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Sought,

In night’s,

Binding grip,

All children search,

For understanding,

A hug and kiss when they’re lost,

Hurt, or at least a safe place works.

For home; mom’s gentle touch when,

Nightmares thrive; become to real, kids hide;

But parents are there, provide a haven.

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So encourage kids to harness their,

Creativity, to paint and draw,

To find their passions in life, so —

Maybe they can live them too.

Or find a haven in,

Their talents, their skills,

Urging away,

Stress; relief,

‘Cause life,

Hurts.

—–

So,

We teach,

Live your dreams,

Let them unwind

You; be as free as

Butterflies; don’t be tacked,

To a board on the wall kept.

Fly lovely, safe, remembering,

Humanity is indeed so —

Delicate at times; you’re not invincible.

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But in the power of the imagination,

You can always escape the threads,

Binding you to reality.

You can have liberty,

Smile, eat your cake too,

And hopefully,

Your partner,

The one who,

Loves you,

Most.

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Has,

Their own,

Inner child,

Understands and,

Knows, love is gentle,
Love is fiery, bold,

Love and creativity,

Both hold; let you be dauntless, free,

Full of life, security to —

Be held; be wild both as adult and child.

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Music Challenge: Poem – Joseph’s Star – “Hope in Love” #amwriting #poetry #music

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this Friday’s music prompt, “That’s The Way It Is” by Celine Dion. I’m doing a form of poetry called Joseph’s Star with 1, 3, 5, 7, 7, 5, 3, 1, syllable count in each star. Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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“That’s The Way It Is” – Celine Dion

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Battle fought.

It’s uphill, it’s true,

But you’re a fighter and —

I see endurance in you.

Perseverance,

You need love,

True.

—–

Some,

Days it’s hard,

Climbing the mountain,

You’re prepared, capable —

You’ve focus, faith, you’re hopeful.

Don’t lose your spirit,

Love survives,

Through.

—-

There,

When you need.

Love intercedes;

You’re suffering has such —

Purpose, your future awaits.

Love is in you, you’re —

Worthy,

Of.

—–

Don’t,

Surrender.

You’re good enough, you’ve

Built a strong relationship,

And you love with your whole heart.

Don’t doubt, keep your faith,

Love you give —

Helps.

—-

Love,

Makes you bold,

Love creates safety.

You’ve security and grace,

With your love you’re fortified.

You’re a lucky one,

Blessed to be,

Loved.

—–

November Notes: Poem – Day 16 – Free Verse “Think Thoroughly” #poetry #anwriting #writing #music

Before I start, I wanted to share this blog post, a list of the 27 best books on writing! Hope it helps some of you. Have you read any of the books or do you own any of them?

27 Of The Best Books On Writing!

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Today’s prompt is “Sweet Serendipty” by Lee DeWyze.
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“Sweet Serendipty” – Lee DeWyze

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I’m not of those women who will assure you,

You can get by, by the skin of your teeth.

That life is simply chance, fortuitous.

I think you’re inexperienced,

You don’t see the entire picture,

Each of us is a piece in the mosaic, the grand design.

—–

Perhaps since your famous, you’ll buy two pairs of jeans?

But not caring about the seams of your pants,

Them being too loose — it’s a guy thing.

Sorry to ruin your charade, life is more than —

Your own version of serendipity,

Events that occur to us can be wickedly sad.

—–

Whether we learn and/or hurt — there’s a reason,

An intelligent designer has time arranged,

I don’t worry, for different reasons — His plans give security,

If you land on your feet, you’re one lucky guy.

I guess the fates are angry, their scissors keep snapping.

To me its obtuse to believe blindly in chance.

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There are times I believe in spontaneity,

But there’s a time and a place with —

A kind of reasoning called: calculated risks.

I’m unsure why you don’t think ahead (don’t play chess).

I’m not old but I think I’ve experiences you won’t,

Be carefree at heart, but realize —adult responsibility.

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You’re blessed with your health, go where you want,

I think, there’s been few troubles to scar you.

You sing empty songs, I find little depth,

Serendipity isn’t chance, it’s a miracle unfurled.

Behind the scenes action, you haven’t foreseen.

Glad you’re fine, but you’re missing a few screws.

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It’s not that I’m bitter; it’s not that I don’t see,

What your trying to say in your round about way.

I’m saying that life, I’ve learned, is never a fluke,

We have minds to think and consider — to use.

Despite ineptness, your kind heart shows true,
Next hit song —think your lyrics thoroughly through.

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Poem: Free Verse – ” The Truth”

The following is a re-blog and re-edited version of an old poem I found:

pearl-in-clam — Credit: http://www.globe-views.com

The Truth is as a pearl,

polished and genuine,

Gleaming in the waters still.

Deep beneath where the —

Light dances and shimmies on the water’s surface.

It is something taken for granted, something I gave up.

It’s became this hole inside my heart burning, seething,

Twisted and warped beyond recognition.

An evil formed out of something so pure.

A repulsive ugliness which strangles me.

I want to give you that pearl let it gleam in the sun;

Let it adorn a jeweled neck, a sign of hope on a beauties breast.

But I lied and I took our security away,

I lashed myself tight to seaweed, strands of purple haze, watery worries —

They will be my grave, they will make you despise me.

For I am broken soul now and I cannot turn around.

I am set in my ways, though I wail and turn wane.

You are the light of a pearl, the soft flick of ashes, your lashes —

The soot of my pain, as I lie to you again.

The scent of those ashes, that burning acrid smell;

Reminds me of churches, of a place purer than pearls.

Where the air is so still I can hear my breath wrack,

Hear my heart beat, find forgiveness relief.

As I cry in my soul, it’s forgiven but torn.

While you pray to nothing, it separates us more.

I speak of a heart beat between you and me,

A quiet place we rest, but you make me cry in pain.

Wound me, complete me, and I bite my tongue

As my wry wit replies, to the pain on my peaches and cream,

The bruises the aches in my legs, to find no peace.

In that, there is nothing but the trapping of my lies,

The seaweed grief come to strangle my reprieve.

A word of love, taken back, a thought, perhaps, I care little.

But when I am skin to skin and feel,

As close as to anyone that I’ve ever been,

When I would give to you what I’d give to no one else,

You turn your back, you leash me, stop my attempts to train,

So I swirl in and out of this complicated romance, the jumper in the whirlpool.

The one plashless, hopeless because she cannot take back time,

Thinks you and the pearl that glimmers in her eye, would have never been,

Had she not minced words and told you:

“I feel nothing — leave me be;

I enjoy the closeness but you are no shiny pearl of truth.”

I see the future unravel, unruly, uninvited coming near,

Ending because you refuse to believe,

In the significance of ashes and churches.

Because I refuse to live in the world,

The woman with a pearl around her neck.

It’s chocking me, the truth, it slides,

A warm gold chain that clasps the pearl in place,

Tightens the pearl around me neck,

Until lost breath is imminent.

When will I say them, those impending words?

When will I say it I cannot trust you,

I cannot tell the truth,

You choose to do works when faith is needed.

You hurt me, and care little to understand me,

My lips seal the words, close them in a box, turn the key;

Pandora’s box ready to unleash this pearl of wisdom,

Perhaps, wise words, but there are no wise-men here.

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